I am doing this.
I am getting my body back.
Back from whim-eating, baby-having, couch-nursing, not-sleeping, no energy, lazy assing, and excuse making.
It's happening. Today I joined the gym down the hill from our house and then I went and THEN I. worked. out.
Why? Because I have a husband and I have pride; both of them like it when I look like an A-1.
To motivate myself I have posted my body measurements to the right. Nothing motivates like public embarrassment.
I am going to OWN that dress at T's brother's wedding. Own it!*
*and by "own it" I mean that in addition to wearing it, I will look hella hott in it.
See? I wrote a post about it, so now I have to follow through. This is all part of my plan to coerce myself. I'm manipulative and tricky like that.